larry smut

sweet sixteen

"And?" Harry prompted, his hand moving back up to simply brush up and down Louis' thighs because, no matter how much he wanted it, he never touched until Louis said he could. "It's my birthday. M'sure they'll understand."

Louis couldn't help but snort at that, arching an eyebrow up. "They'll understand that their son is being fucked senseless three doors down?"

Harry made a small noise at that, his nails digging into the skin above Louis' groin slightly at the thought of Louis pounding into him like he'd been wanting all day. "Yes," he nearly hissed, his cock giving a twitch in his pants. "S'not like it's gonna sound like you're torturing me. Far from it." His hands moved back up, fingertips slipping underneath Louis' trousers and the waistband of his boxers, gliding along the bare skin right above his groin and causing the older boy to let out a sharp breath through his nose. "Now, can we please stop talking about them? Who cares what they think? It's my birthday, and I get what I want. What I want is your cock buried so deep inside of me that I can't possibly think of anything else."

Louis' eyes closed briefly at that. Harry was just so fucking shameless, and it drove him absolutely insane. Just the thought of being inside of the younger boy, of being surrounded by his slick heat, of having him writhing beneath him and flushed with pleasure, sent a shiver down his spine. "Yeah, yeah, okay," he relented, not even fully registering the words before they were out of his mouth, his body seeming to speak for him, his arousal overpowering his common sense, unable to say no despite the fact that Harry's parents were a mere three doors down the hallway. But then again...he never really could say no, could he? Not when it came to Harry. Not when it came to his lips and his touch and his fucking eagerness, his lack of self restraint, not afraid in the least bit to show Louis what he wanted, willing to do anything Louis told him in order to get it.

Harry instantly smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah?" he said, wanting to make sure, his hands itching to touch, mouth watering, dying to taste.

Louis nodded, his hands promptly shooting down to grasp both of Harry's wrist, jerking them away from him, knowing him too well. "You want it so bad? Show me," he instructed, voice going suddenly gruff, slipping into that familiar authoritative demeanor.

Harry nodded vigorously and dropped to his knees gracefully without a word, his hands clasping behind his back without being told to. He looked up at Louis and swiped his tongue over his lips, wetting them, his pupils blowing out now that he was at eye level, his heart beat picking up pace. "Want it."

One of Louis' hands slipped into Harry's hair, tugging at his curls until his head tilted back, their eyes locking. "I said show me," he reminded, voice going a little softer than before, unable to be too rough with Harry when he was just so sweet and soft and willing.

Harry only nodded again, Louis' fingers loosening in his hair so that the younger boy could tilt his head back down, his nose brushing over the line of Louis' cock through his trousers.

Louis hummed, eyes darkening as they looked down at him. "Yeah. Just like that, love."

Harry nuzzled against Louis' groin, his nose gliding along the cloth covered crease of his thigh, lips catching on where the material of his trousers rose up above his zipper.

Louis' free hand slid down Harry's face, cupping his jaw gently. "Take my pants off."

Harry didn't need to be told twice, his head automatically tilting up so that his teeth could clamp down on his zipper. He pulled it down with his ease, looking up at Louis through his lashes as he did so, knowing how much the older boy loved it.

Louis groaned at the sight, his hands flexing against Harry's jaw. His hand that had been in the younger boys hair moved to push the material down until they rested at his lower thighs, not having the patience to take them all the way off, not when Harry was on his knees and looking at him like he was. He then pushed the material of his boxers down to rest right above his jeans, his cock slapping up against his stomach once it was free, already flushed and hard, the cool air of the room hitting it and making him shiver subtly.